A bizarre weekend weatherwise. Maybe Al Gore is onto something. On Saturday we managed to fill an entire morning satisfying Scarlett's fondness for public transport and our own fondness for going out for breakfast. We jumped on the bus from Leichhardt to Circular Quay, a journey punctuation by squeals of delight from Scarlett along with many many 'There's another bus' comments. From there we boarded the ferry across the harbour to Luna Park, Sydney's very own homage to Coney Island, where we had breakfast at Ripples, a cafe right under the harbour bridge with very cool views back to the city and opera house. While I tucked into a satisfyingly large wild mushroom omelette with rocket and pesto, Scarlett made light work of some sour cherry toast and Rob looked disappointed with his poached eggs on toast. A quick sojourn to Luna Park in time for Scarlett to meet park mascot Lunabelle and we were off again on a bumpy and windy ferry ride round to Darling Harbour, huddled against the gale and threatening rain. Then back on the bus home. Once again Scarlett's 'baby' doll caused great alarm to all who saw it slumped forward in the doll pram its head scraping the pavement, assuming it to be our not much cared for second child. On Sunday the weather couldn't have been more different. We met Jules and Lenka, Zoe and Paul and their broods at the beach where we lay in the sun all morning, paddled in the rock pools, sipped flat whites and nibbled at moist fruity friands. As I type this morning at my desk, rain is lashing my 26th floor window. Rob and Scarlett are taking the air in the Botanic Gardens. I wonder if I might see them moving swiftly past my window any time soon.
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Maya gets great joy from seeing Scarlett & its the beginning of her introduction to IT. Her favourite is 'Scarlett & the kangaroo' which is on her wall. Of course we also had to print of a kangaroo so she had one too.
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